#could be considered a touch of lima and stockholm syndrome

[homesoutofhuman]

Safe and Sound: John Wick/Reader Chapter 5

Warnings: there is smut, I’m sorry, themes of kidnapping etc.

You feel like Red Riding Hood approaching the wolf as you tiptoe towards the corner where John sits. He is hunched over, attempting to get some sleep while propped against the wall. His shirt is open and you can see the gauze of bandage on his side, a flash of white in the dark. You realise you’re still wearing his coat and take it off, draping it over his chest and sit down next to him. John’s eyes flash open, he’s awake.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice gruff but almost gentle, curious.

“Didn’t want you to catch Pneumonia...I don’t know where the fuck we are….I’m not dying out here John…”

He gives a rough laugh. “I wouldn’t let you die. It’s my job to keep you alive.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “Yeah...you said that...along with a bunch of other obscure sentences designed to be mysterious and alluring.”

His dark eyes drift over your face, lazy and slow, and you hope it is from exhaustion and not any hidden sickness.

“You find me alluring? You really must be messed up in the head…”

You hug yourself, offended. “This coming from a man who kidnapped me at gunpoint...tied me up...just...killed a load of…”

You trail off. John is staring at you, slightly more alert now. He takes one of your wrists in his fingers and inspects it.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” he states, pressing the pads of his fingers into your skin. The rope burn is now days old, your skin grown anew, fresh and vulnerable, and you hiss in pain, but don’t pull away.

He glares at your reaction, pushing himself away from the wall and tugging your wrists so you’re sat in front of him. You go submissively, watching him with round eyes.

“You should work on your sense of self-preservation. I can’t keep an eye on you 24 hours a day.”

You struggle a little in his grasp, mostly to test his strength. John holds you easily, giving you an arrogant look. He reminds you of a yawning lion who doesn’t need to demonstrate his power, he knows it is obvious.

“I’m not...scared of you….” you stutter. “You’ve been kind to me...on the whole…”

“You consider what I’ve done kindness?”

John looks incredulous and you shift under his gaze, looking down then up through your lashes. He gives a low barking laugh.

“You like me, is that it?”

You flush at his teasing tone, feeling humiliated. “You said you wanted me.”

He sighs, moving his hands from your wrists to cup your face. You melt into his touch and he groans a bit in frustration.

“Fuck...I do…”

You whimper, taking his admission as encouragement and push yourself forward, kissing him boldly. John holds you at a distance, hardly responding and just letting you explore his mouth. You lick at the seam of his lips and he opens them indulgently. You suck on his tongue and feel his grip on your shoulders tighten.

With your hands now free, you push aside his coat and trail them down his bare chest. He shudders and pulls back from you. You let your hands rest against his belt, waiting. You can almost feel the heat coming off him in waves.

“And why do you think you want me, John? There has to be a reason…”

“I don’t fucking know.” he barks grumpily, moving his hands so they press yours harder against his belt. “Maybe it’s...the mirror of Stockholm syndrome..I heard of that…”

“You’re really an amateur psychologist…” you can’t help but giggle.

He ignores your comment. “Or maybe it’s just karma coming to get me after all these years…”

You take a breath, wanting to get him off his depressive train of thought, and dare to press your hand to his crotch, almost curious to see if he does in fact desire you. Your mouth falls open in shock when you feel him, hard and hot against your palm.

John for his part freezes in shock, looking down at your small hand against the bulge in his pants. You wait in suspended animation to see what he will do, expecting him to rip your hand away. You almost pass out from desire when instead he bucks his hips, grinding into your touch with a shameless whine.

You grip him harder, emboldened, and John struggles to keep his eyes focused.

“You’re….distracting me...I should be on my guard…”

“Hmm….” you hum, your lip caught between your teeth in concentration as you stroke him through the material of his trousers. John grabs at your wrist again, this time in a futile effort, not knowing if he wants to push you off or to aid you.

“G...god…” he stutters, and you feel your stomach pooling with liquid desire. You never expected to have this effect on him.

You keep your hand on him, squeezing gently as you start to unbuckle his belt with the other. It’s a difficult task and in the end John bats your fingers away with frustration, finishing the job himself, letting his belt drop with a metallic thunk on the stone floor. You register how cold you are, sitting there, and you try to move his coat so it’s under your bottom, wanting to be comfortable before you resume your task.

John shakes his head and motions to his lap “Come sit here…just mind the  wound…”

Somehow you cannot disobey him and you move to straddle his thick legs, your clothed centre brushing against his covered erection. You grind yourself back and forth a few times, simply following your instinct, but it seems to be enough for John who grabs your elbows, giving you a heated, stern look.

“You better stop a moment this will be over fast…”

He inspects you, seeing you still wearing his clothes, oversized t-shirt and his boxers, with nothing underneath. You see him cataloguing the situation quickly, then acting on it, before you’ve even taken two breathes. He rubs at you through the cotton and it feels too good, too sinful. His mouth is at your neck, kissing and sucking there, lulling you deeper into submission. You let your mouth drop open and hear yourself pleading for more.

You know you’re leaking against his pants. John looks down and raises a dark eyebrow, licking his lips.

“You could come just from this?”

You nod, humping him then a few times, desperate. John allows it, sliding his large hands up under your t-shirt to cup your breasts. You give a little scream, his hands are cold against your skin. He thumbs your nipples which are already erect from the cold and gives a pleased sounding sigh.

“Well aren’t you just perfect?”

You give a whine in response, pushing your chest into his eager caresses.

“So responsive to me…” he murmurs in wonder, turning his gentle thumbing of your nipples to a cruel pinching. It sends a bolt of lust straight to your centre and you mewl like a kitten, your thighs shaking with the effort of staying still on top of him.

John gives a dark chuckle “I knew you’d like that…”  

He runs a hand up your thigh which to your embarrassment is damp with your own arousal. John rubs his thumb and finger together, examining the wetness, then sticks out his tongue and licks his fingers one by one. You stare, almost hating him for a moment for taunting you so badly.

“Delicious…” he confirms, revelling in your mortification. He grasps your thighs and rocks you then, right against his cock and you moan in relief.

“Can you feel that? I’m rock hard...and it’s all for you…”

You’re so dizzy you can hardly reply, you lean in to kiss him and he grabs your face, stopping you, leaning his forehead against yours and staring into your eyes as he thrusts up against you.

“Don’t pretend this is sweet. No...this is pure need...you should just be honest about that…”

“John….” you cry out, a little too loud and he muffles it with his palm.

“Don’t want to...get us killed before we get each other off...do you?” he grunts between each word, and you can tell he is on the edge.

“Shut up….” you retort, catching onto his game and willingly joining the play. “Less talking...more...moving…”

You roll your hips in frustration and John grabs your ass, kneading it harshly and using it to press you harder down against him.

“Don’t tell me to shut up little one….I’ve got….holy shit keep doing that...a fucking gun…”

“I’m more interested in your other weapon right now…” you murmur, purring the words right against his ear.

John laughs at your attempt at dirty talk, then chokes as your teeth scrape against his ear.

“I’m….close…” he warns you, and suddenly it’s a competition to see who can make who lose it the fastest.

His fingers against your clit even through the material are driving you insane, so you concentrate on circling your hips and grinding yourself up and down his impressive length. Your vision is blacking out so you focus on the sensation alone, feeling John grab you tight, almost knocking the breath out of you, thrusting himself against you several times before coming with a growl. The sound of him reaching his climax is enough to push you over the edge and you ride it out against his insistent fingers until you have to push his hand away, oversensitive.

He holds you, sweaty and out of breath, and you wonder if you imagine the feeling of him petting your hair. Once you feel remotely back on earth he catches your eye with a serious glance.

“Nothing has changed. I meant what I said. I’m going to get someone else to watch you...this…” he waves a hand back and forth between you “cannot go on…”

You nod, watching him move to sleep, his gun held close. You feel helpless, and sad, but then, as your eyes drift to the window, you smile. White fluffy snowflakes are falling rapidly from the sky, already coating the ground with a thick layer of snow. Neither of you are going anywhere fast.

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The mirror to Stockholm Syndrome is Lima Syndrome, just in case anyone is curious

#safe and sound #john wick x reader #john wick x you

[ardynoctweek-blog]

Hi! I was just wondering if you could put up a full list of all the prompts that were submitted? There were a few that weren't chosen that I remember considering and I might do them for the free day now, but I can't remember what they were...

Here you go! :-D

Master List of Submitted Prompts

Simple Prompts

Addiction

Alcohol

Alone

Bedsheets

Betrayal

Blood

Camping

Cars

Consequences

Coronation

Crown

Cruel

Desire

Dessert

Destiny vs Choice

Fireworks

Fishing

Forevermore vs Nevermore

Ghosts

Gift

Hubris

Immortal

Insomnia

Light vs Darkness 

Lullaby

Night

Omen

Pride

Promises

Public

Quest

Rain

Reunited

Ring

Scourge

Seasons

Secrets

Sins

Sparring

Stubble

Sun and Moon

Trick

Wings

Yearning

Tropes

Bathing together

Bed Sharing

Bodyswap

Brainwashing

Clothing Swap

Domesticity

Fake Relationship

Genderbent because of [in-story reasons]

Huddling for warmth

Love Potion/Spell/Curse

Redemption

Red String of Fate

Sexual Tension (unresolved or otherwise)

Trapped in a cave

Kinks

Being held

Branding/Burning

Car sex

Choking

Clothed sex

Cock-Warming

Collar that says “Property of…”

Crossdressing (ie, Noct in maid outfit, Noct in a wedding dress, Ardyn or Noct in kimono, etc)

Cuddling

Dirtytalk

Fighting leads to fucking

Gentle caresses

Gunplay

Hair pulling

Handcuffed/stuck together

Hate sex

Hugging

Kissing (Kiss on the neck, Forehead kiss, Making out, etc)

Love-making

Massage

Mindfuckery

Multiples (Noct + Multiple Ardyns, or Ardyn + Multiple Nocts, etc)

Muzzled

Non-Consensual Touching

Pool sex

Pregnancy

Promiscuity

Sensory Deprivation

Sex Pollen

Somnophilia

Tail fucking

Tentacle sex

Torture

Virginity/Loss of virginity

Warp!Sex/Sex involving their phasing abilities

Scenarios

Alternate first meeting

A never ending night

Animal transformation

Ardyn fucks (with) Noct after he stops time on the train.

Ardyn hasn’t had anyone wish him a “Happy Birthday” in years.

Ardyn helps Noctis to relieve his headache.

Ardyn hypnotizes Noct

Ardyn infects Noct with Starscourge

Ardyn is Noct’s father

Ardyn’s love of moogles

Ardyn walks in on Noct while he’s in the middle of changing clothes

Breaking a spell with a kiss of true love

Courting/Courtship

CPR/Resuscitation

Curse or spell that makes someone tell the truth

De-aged!Noctis & de-aged!Ardyn 

Deepest Fears 

Exchanging Gifts 

Falling in Love 

First Time 

Growing old together 

Masquerade Ball 

Moogle Chocobo Carnival 

Moonlight Dance 

Noct and Ardyn get thrown into a completely different dimension 

Noctis and/or Ardyn somehow get amnesia 

Noctis growing up in Niflheim 

Noctis has a secret admirer 

Noctis joins forces with Ardyn against the Astrals 

Noctis teaches Ardyn how to ride a chocobo 

Nursery rhymes 

One rescues the other from danger 

Pranks/practical jokes 

Prisoner of War 

Raising kids together 

Regis finds out Ardyn and Noctis are dating 

Reluctant arrangement/truce 

Road trip 

Satanic Rituals (Infernianic Rituals?) 

Secret romance 

Stockholm and/or Lima Syndrome 

Time-travel 

Wearing suits 

AUs

Angels & Demons AU 

Babysitter!Noctis AU 

Ballet Studio AU 

Blindness AU 

Bookshop AU 

Cat!Noctis or Cat!Ardyn 

Coffee Shop AU 

College Roommates AU 

Crossover AU (example: Pokemon AU, His Dark Materials AU, Harry Potter AU etc) 

Cult AU 

Daemon!Ardyn or Daemon!Noct 

Daycare AU 

Epistolary AU 

Fantasy AU 

Flower Shop AU 

Gender Swap (aka, Always-a-Cis-Woman) 

Highschool AU 

Incubus!Ardyn or Incubus!Noct 

Kingsglaive!Ardyn 

Mirror Verse (aka: evil!Noct and good!Ardyn) 

NewGame+ 

Police Partners AU 

Reincarnation AU 

Roll switch (aka, Prince Ardyn Lucis Caelum & Chancellor Noctis Izunia) 

Serial Killer AU 

Sex-Worker AU 

Soulmates/Soulmark AU 

Spys/Spying AU 

Student/Teacher AU 

Sugar Daddy AU 

Vampires AU 

Yandere!Ardyn 

Quotes

“Helpless and hapless…” 

“How long were you in the dark?“ 

“It’s so lonely at the top." 

“Leave me alone!” 

“More than you bargained for.” 

“Point of no return.” 

"This is my ascension." 

“When next we meet…” 

#ardynoctweek #prompt submission #master list

[samingtonwilson]

Loot- Part 2 - Jim Kirk

Loot masterlist

Word Count: 2,045

Warnings: language (probably) 

A/N: this part is just to establish how Jim is towards the reader and vice versa, it is very dialogue-driven. I just wanted to make their respective attitudes and behaviors known since they didn’t really interact in the first part. i have nothing else to say, really. like/reblog n leave feedback n say whassup every now and then. yall are experts at NOT DOING ANY OF THAT. smh ENJOY THIS N TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK i personally find the reader character p cool. IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SUBSEQUENT PARTS, LEMME KNOW

Your back pressed against the wall of pillows behind you, you stared at your hands as you passed the artifact from one palm to the other through the gaps between your fingers. You weren’t sure why it was such a big deal to the Federation, to the man on whose behalf you performed the robbery, to the fanged, stone-knuckled creatures you stole it from. It didn’t look to be any more special than the average pocket watch it resembled— it was the size of your palm and was made of an iron-like material. Said metal of the round artifact felt rusted and worn from years of neglect and corrosion courtesy of the bi-monthly acid rains that fell upon the industry-oriented, environmentally-unconscious, dingy-brown-skied wasteland of a planet.

You stuck the fingernail of your thumb into the opening along the circumference, careful not to pry it open with fear for the subsequent result. You thought there must be a reason it was so sought after— the Federation wouldn’t send the flagship of the fleet for something unimportant or ineffectual. Hell, you wouldn’t have been beat so mercilessly had the artifact been as ordinary as its appearance.

In order to curb the results of your paranoia, you were actively ignoring any sounds around you. The beeping of the biobed made you anxious and the sounds outside the thin metal door were less than pleasant with an apparent food poisoning epidemic going around the Enterprise— you had no desire to listen to the high-ranking officers you were supposed to admire vomit up everything they’d eaten for the last week, especially when your stomach was already sensitive.

You heard the series of knocks, though, and instantly dropped the artifact into your lap. You then covered yourself with layers of white made up of a white blanket, white sheet, and white comforter— nothing could be seen through that much stark white fabric. You cleared your throat. Your pulse was now too quick and the beeping of the biobed let you know so. “Come in.”

The door slid open with a swish and a smile adorned the face of the man waiting on the other side. It wasn’t the brightest smile, nor was it the biggest— yet it touched his crystalline blue eyes a little and caused the skin beside them to wrinkle faintly. However, because his eyebrows were raised only a fraction of an inch and his posture stayed tense, it didn’t help the spike in your heartbeat. “Cadet.”

“Captain,” you said simply with a nod of your head and a smile that you hoped matched his.

“How are you feeling?”

You could feel the smile in the apples of your cheeks and slowly dropped it. “Better. Dr. McCoy is exactly as incredible as he, himself, says he is.”

“In all fairness, he didn’t set your ribs. A machine did that,” Jim said as his smile grew a little. There was a soft sparkle in his eyes that took some time to fade. “He told me you have a mild concussion.”

You nodded and sighed to yourself at the soft ache that ran up your back as a consequence for your movement. “Mild enough to give me double vision that made me think Commander Spock sprouted an equally monotone twin. I lived in that confusion for over a day.”

You had been in the medbay for two days now and, within the first twelve hours, were promoted from a biobed in the emergency unit to a room of your own far away from ill crew members awaiting treatment. While those twelve hours were becoming difficult to recall, the staunchness and official capacity of Jim’s behavior was hard to forget. He had kept his posture pin-straight and tense, not an iota of expression over his features and not even a scarcity of spirit in his voice. It’d been unnerving being around him— his mere presence had made you want to shrink away, hide behind a wall or a curtain to protect secrets you knew he’d be able to pull out of you through the series of questions that never seemed to end. During those twelve hours and twelve hours following, you thought his blue eyes could peek into your soul and see all of the dirt covering what was once pure.

Slowly, though, his presence was becoming a source of calm. Once he stopped asking you said questions and paid heed to McCoy’s advice to wait until you’d fully recovered to continue the regulation-dictated interrogations, he let his captain-like behavior slip away at a slow, but sure speed. You found that he was a lot friendlier than you’d first assumed. He made quiet jokes, had a comment for everything anyone would say, and looked to be genuinely concerned about you— something you weren’t accustomed to. You didn’t let that sweep you off your feet, though. That would entail a drop in your guard which would only result in your demise— something you couldn’t stand for.

He laughed through his nose and shut his eyes for a brief moment. Placing his hands on the counter behind him, he hopped a little so he could be seated atop the metallic surface. He let his posture slouch a bit then, leaning his elbows against his knees as a playful expression crossed his features. “Can’t imagine what that stress must’ve been like.”

“Two Spocks is probably less stressful than captaining the Enterprise,” you said with a slight tilt of your head. You watched one of his eyebrows move skyward. “I mean, I can’t think of another reason you come to visit me so often. I’m not really that injured— or interesting, for that matter.”

He sat back, his back awkwardly bent due to the towel dispenser hitting the middle of his spine. “Maybe I find you interesting.”

You snorted and leaned back as well, your back against pillows. “What a compliment. The great Captain Kirk finds me interesting— a concussed cadet he found tied to a chair. It’s definitely a story your fanclub at the Academy would love to hear.”

“Fanclub?” he repeated, raising both of his eyebrows and frowning in consideration though he looked to be fighting a smile.

“Amazing, isn't it? It's like your career as Starfleet’s golden boy has finally found meaning.”

“Yes, I’m only in this for the fame and fanclubs, Cadet— don’t let the self-sacrifices change your opinion on that.”

“Can you actually still call it self-sacrifice if you mention it every chance you get?”

He laughed and shook his head. “Touché.” He wet his lips as his laughter died down and he dragged his hands down the lap of his trousers. He was watching the small movements you made. “But I do find you interesting.”

“In, like, a clinician sort of way?”

He rolled his eyes and snorted a laugh. “No, not in ‘like, a clinician sort of way.’ Genuinely.”

“And not in, like, a florence nightingale syndrome sort of way?”

He tilted his head to the left. His thick eyebrows came together. “What?”

“Florence nightingale syndrome,” you repeated with a short nod that sent a jolt of pain through your torso— not worth it considering Jim looked just as confused. “It’s like lima syndrome except a caregiver is like the captor, and a patient or wounded one is like the hostage.”

“Lima syndrome?”

You scowled at him. “It’s the opposite of Stockholm syndrome. Christ, how are you considered Starfleet’s best and brightest?”

He smiled at that— smugly, like his ego had been waiting for such a stroke. “I’m considered Starfleet’s best and brightest?” When the only response he received from you was a scoff and roll of your eyes, he sighed exaggeratedly. “No, Cadet, not in a florence nightgown sort of way.”

“Florence nightingale.”

“Right, nightingale,” he said with another smile that prompted three erratic beeps of the biobed monitors. “I find you interesting in a real, genuine sort of way.”

“Why?”

He ignored your question. “You know, I contacted the Academy as soon as Bones assured me you were going to be okay— told them what happened and asked about you, your ambitions, your history.”

“You don’t think that’s a gross invasion of privacy?”

“Considering I found you in a murky situation I still have no clarity on and you’re a guest on my ship comprising of over a thousand crew members,” he began with narrowed eyes, “no, I don’t think that’s an invasion of privacy. I needed to know what I was dealing with.”

You knew the information Starfleet had on file wasn’t enough to harm you, it was just the idea of Jim knowing so much without your permission that bothered you and made your heartbeat quicken. The biobed monitor beeped in response.

You wanted to cross your arms over your chest or find some sort of way to look tougher than you felt. Everything you contemplated would be too painful given your condition. You settled for just staring back at Jim in the way that he stared at you: eyebrows together, eyes narrowed, head cocked. “And what is it you’re dealing with?”

“Someone a lot like me.”

You eyed him silently for a minute to gauge if he was serious. “What makes you say that?”

“Your police record, aptitude test scores, family history.”

You sighed out a laugh. “Family hist— I was raised by my mom’s sister, my Starfleet record and I don’t even know who my father is. Meanwhile, according to Admiral Pike’s dissertation, your father sacrificed himself for his crew of seven, or eight hundred.”

“See, there’s another thing— we’ve both read Pike’s dissertation.”

You managed a small smile. “I had no desire to join Starfleet until my aunt told me to not dare contemplate it— she said she’d ruin me if I did. So I joined the next day— out of spite, not honorability.”

He snorted. “I joined because Pike dared me.”

“Still, I’m not like you, Captain. I’ll never be like you.”

“Jim,” he pressed. “And I’m going to pretend your resistance doesn’t sting.”

“Seriously, Captain—” he cut you off with a click of his tongue. “Jim. Consider it a compliment that we’re nothing alike. You’re all nobility, and command gold, and those pretty blue eyes.”

He frowned. “I’m more than all of that.”

“I know you are— but I’m sure everything underneath is just as great. Everything underneath this,” you said, motioning to yourself and slyly motioning to the sheet draped over your legs more than once. “You wouldn’t want to know any of it.”

“You should let me be the judge of that.”

You let a few silent beats pass over you and the only noise in the room came from the erratic beeping of the biobed monitor. You hated it— it gave too much away.

The silence remained until the door slid open, the hiss startling you and causing you to jump. You placed your hand on your right side and bit down on your bottom lip, finally able to take your eyes from Jim’s, though he appeared to be almost hesitant to do the same.

He smiled as he looked at the door— the expression so natural and unaffected that you were actually jealous. “Bones, long time no see.”

“Yeah, it’s been a couple of hours,” you heard McCoy say in his gruff, gravelly voice that reminded you of peach cobbler. “I’m surprised you aren’t going through withdrawls.”

You followed Jim’s line of vision to the door and pulled the layers of fabric covering you to your chin— you wanted your knees to sit at your chest but knew the attempt would be too hard on your aching sides and back. You cleared your throat. “You two are cute together.”

“I’m cute together with more people than you can count, sweetheart,” McCoy told you with a smile and a wink. He combed the fingers of one hand through his dark hair, which was shiny and perfectly coiffed, and used the other to hold his PADD at his side, the screen rubbing against the smooth blue fabric of his uniform.

He took the few steps it required to reach you, standing beside your bed as he recorded your vitals on the aforementioned PADD. He squinted his hazel eyes at the biobed monitor. “How are you feelin’?”

“If I say awful, will you give me the good painkillers?”

#jim kirk #jim kirk imagine #kirk imagine #jim kirk x reader #star trek #star trek imagine #ok cool that's enough #i hope yall actually like this part considering it took me FOREVER TO WRITE #i was working on it ALL DAMN DAY #whatevs #goodnight or good morning depending on when i post this #peace